[ The bartender comes over and sets fresh drinks on their table, on the house apparently, and Roy thanks him as he walks off. The next singer is readying to get on stage and the music starts playing; fortunately their booth is far enough away from the stage that they don't have to shout to hear each other. ] I was moderately not fucking terrible. [ He grumbles with a laugh. ]
But I don't care, it was fucking fun. Pretty sure I saw some people recording but I figured it'd ruin the flow if I hopped off the stage and made good on my fucking threat.
[ That and he doesn't really care if they were recorded, he might want to re-watch it himself at some point because it's been a hell of a third date so far. He realizes he still has her hand in his and gives it a squeeze, they're sitting close together in the booth, the neon lights casting colorful shadows everywhere. It's not exactly a traditionally romantic environment but he can't help but feel that way around her. ] This was a good fucking idea. Been around a lot of crowds, who knew karaoke bars had the best ones.
[She's flushed and breathless. As they sit in the booth, she slips closer next to him until they're pressed against one another. She doesn't mind a bit that they're still holding hands. Alexis beams at the bartender and thanks him for their fresh drinks. She takes a sip because she's parched after all that singing and dancing.]
You were wonderful! [She's insistent on that. She leans in and kisses his cheek dotingly.]
So would you want to do it again? [She waggles her brows at him.] The crowd loved you! And that chant? I didn't realize how big of a deal you are!
Thanks. [ He grins at her praise as she's kissing his cheek, slipping an arm around her waist because it feels like the most natural thing in the moment, he likes having her pressed close to him. ]
I think the crowd loved you more than me, but that's well earned, I didn't have a fucking original dance number to offer them.
[ He shrugs at her comment of him being a big deal. ] Around here I am, but it's mostly because this community is fucking feral about AFC Richmond. Which is great when we're winning, but they're not shy about letting us know when they think we're fucking it all up. [ Said with a chuckle, he takes it mostly in stride. It's a career that requires a certain level of tolerance for criticism, which he's pretty good with. ]
I wouldn't be surprised if people shout 'a little bit Alexis' at you after tonight.
[She melts into his side. He's warm and smells so damn good. Alexis sips at her drink. It's hard for her to sit still because she's so full of happiness. She's wiggly next to him. She's riding the high of their performance and just being with Roy and his joy from singing too.]
They loved us equally. [And if they don't, she'll make up the love herself for him.] At least you know their love for you is earned, and they're not scared to let you know if you're fucking up. It's kinda like family, right?
[Her eyes light up at the thought of people singing her song to her. That sounds so cool to her. It's a level of awesome she's never quite reached in life.] You think so?
Yeah, well we make a good team. [ He says with a smile as he takes a drink of his beer. She's warm against his side and he can't quite place the scent of her but it's floral almost and he hopes it lingers on his clothes. ] We might have to make another appearance, you know, give the people what they want. Not tonight though, I'm still riding the fucking wave of our first performance.
[ When she mentions the community being like a family his face softens a bit, realizing she's referencing one of their earlier conversations. It makes him feel warm to know that she really listens, not that he didn't expect her to; but it's not as common as it should be to find someone that does. He presses a spontaneous kiss to her cheek in response. ] It's a bit like family, yeah.
[ Watching her face light up is incredibly endearing, and he nods and responds with assurance - ] Fuck yes. One, it's fucking catchy as hell, and two, they've recorded it so it's likely to turn up on everyone's social media. Just don't leave me in the dust when you sky rocket to fame.
[ As they sit and enjoy their drinks, the sounds of the bar fades into a dull hum and he finds himself drawn to her the way he felt during their picnic date. It's like her proximity just tugs at something in him and he can't help but want to touch her, so while his arm is around her waist his free hand rests on her thigh, his palm against the bare skin between the hem of her dress and her over the knee boots. ]
We've got to leave them wanting more. That's one of the biggest rules in PR. Never oversaturate the market. [The world is fickle. Too much of a good thing can make them turn on you. She's learned that lesson from Jenny Lawrence and Annie Hathaway.
The soft kiss to her cheek makes her nuzzles against him. She likes the way his scruff feels on her skin. She's been proud of how well she's behaving even as the vodka is making its way through her system.]
Oh, please. I've never let anything go to my head. [What a boldfaced lie, Alexis. Somewhere, David Rose feels the urge to roll his eyes for no reason.] Do they still say that chant for you at games? Even though you're a coach now?
[She likes watching people on stage as they skin. There's a freedom to the way they unabashedly belt or croon whatever song they've chosen. She likes that sense of free spirit. She stills when she feels his warm hand against his skin. Her lips part slightly. She was always hyper aware of the way he touches her. She's distracted. All she can focus on is how much she wants his hand to slip beneath her dress.]
I'll take your word on all things PR related. [ He says with a grin, because he is after all a PR nightmare and it's a good thing she's so skilled and knowledgeable in an area he's absolutely terrible in. ]
Only sometimes. They did it when I coached my first match along with Ted and the rest, felt pretty fucking encouraging. Usually I only hear it in settings like this where everyone's knocked back a few already.
[ As if on cue, one of the customers at the bar notices him and smiles a little drunkenly over at Roy and raises his glass. Roy raises it back with an expression that manages to convey that he's not in the mood to have a random person wander over when he's enjoying his time with Alexis in the relative privacy of their booth. Roy's scowl works, because the guy sits back down and stays put.
Which is good because right now all he wants to do is set his focus back on her and how soft her skin is beneath his hand, and the soft press of her body against the side of his. ]
How do you always smell so fucking good?
[ He answers her question with a question, dipping toward her neck and brushing his nose along the shell of her ear. His lips find her jaw and he presses slow lingering kisses there, then down to her neck. The booth they're in is set further back in club and given that it's not exactly well lit, he feels like he can get away with being more openly explorative with her than when they were in broad daylight at the park. So he tests the waters a bit, gauging her responses on if he should slow it down or keep going.
With the table providing a cover, he slides his hand further beneath the hem of her dress, fingers spreading out along the top of her thigh as he continues to kiss her neck. Where as he wants the date to end up with her in his bed later so he can explore her entirely, he can't seem to resist the temptation of her at the moment and he's doing a bad job at behaving. ]
You'll definitely hear it from me more. It's catchy! And I get to celebrate you, so it's a double whammy!
[She almost bursts into it right there when the drunk guy raises his drink to Roy. She laughs at how Roy responds. All it takes is one look, a fearsome scowl, and the man knows exactly not to go any further. It's kind of sexy. She's distracted from any other playful quips because he's nuzzling and kissing along her jaw. She gasps softly when he kisses her neck. She's always been so sensitive there.
The gasp turns into a low whimpering moan. His warm hand brushes along the inside of her thigh, making her part her legs even wider for him. She's trying to appear unaffected. Her gaze is set towards the stage, but she doesn't really see it. Her voice is a breathy sigh when she speaks.]
[ Her name is murmured low against her skin as he continues to kiss her neck, her soft whimpering sounds urge him on and when she parts her legs his hand caresses the inside of her thigh, fingertips brushing against the edge of her underwear and then stopping, as if realizing suddenly where they are. He stills his touch but doesn't yet take his hand away, though he lifts his head from her neck and meets her eyes; lust and need clearly reflected in his dark gaze. ]
You're so incredibly fucking sexy. If you want me to keep going I will; if you want me to stop, I will. if you want to get out of here, we can. Say the word.
[ His eyes travel across her face, hovering at her lips as he waits for her response, feeling his pulse race and his heart start to pound in his chest. ]
[A laugh that's one part disbelief and another part exasperation bubbles out of her when he says her name like that in return. As if she's the one misbehaving here. She sucks in a sharp breath when his fingertips trace along the lace of her underwear. He's so close to where she's hot and wet and aching, but he stops. It makes her groan in frustration until he presents the offers to her. She licks her lips as she considers each one. There's no way she wants him to stop. The thought of stopping and taking the time to go back to his place seems like so long.
As he looks her at, there's only one thing she has to clear up first.]
[ Roy watches her face as she's silent for a moment; he waits patiently for her answer as he feels like his heartbeat is somehow loud enough for them both to hear it over the hum of the music in the background. When she asks the question there's a subtle grin that tugs at the corner of his lips as he nods once. ]
Yeah, I'm fucking sure. I want you.
[ His voice is a low rumble, but the conviction and truth behind his words is unmistakable. He's sure, and it's important to him that she's sure as well, so he'll keep his hunger for her held in check until he knows. ]
[She flashes him a wry grin though she bites her bottom lip with just the slightest hint of bashfulness. It's really all his fault. All her inhibitions get thrown out the window when Roy looks at her like that. And just because she can be a tease, she grabs his wrist and lifts his hand to her lips so she can press a soft kiss to each of his finger pads. At his index finger, her lips linger to let her tongue swipe against it slowly.]
[ That draws a low huff of a laugh from him, and he's about to answer her that he doesn't give a fuck if it is tacky because that's all he's thinking of doing right now, but then she's taking his hand and kissing each of his fingertips; and feeling the warmth of her tongue sends a spike of arousal straight through him. The rest of the room ceases to exist, and his lips are on hers in an instant, his tongue sliding against hers with a low groan as his hand returns to her thigh.
His fingertips slide along her inner thigh until he reaches the edge of her underwear, taking a moment to tease her by brushing her lightly over the lace. There's another low, hungry sound from his throat when he feels how wet she is through the fabric, then he's pushing it aside so he can glide his fingertips across her clit, making small circles as he holds her close with his other arm. Thanks to the table, they look like any other couple making out, and he's careful to make sure his movements are measured enough so that it stays that way, but it's a challenge. ]
[His lips are on hers in a hungry kiss. Roy's desire for her matches what she feels for him. Her hand reaches up to cup his face to keep him close. In their little booth, they feel worlds away from everything. If anyone looks at them, they'll see the couple making out and hopefully nothing else. Some of the drunk men will toast Roy fucking Kent and his game, but thankfully, they're left alone.
She gasps against his lips. The lace is starting to get soaked. The light touch make her hips squirm a little. She's imagining what it will feel like to have his mouth on her or to have his scruff rubbing the softness of her thighs raw. The first touch to her clit is electric. It elicits a loud moan out of her that he swallows with another kiss. Her tongue brushes against his where she can taste the alcohol on his tongue. She takes a page out of his book with her soft curse.]
[ Each sound she makes guides his movements and pace, responding to what she likes best by the soft sounds from her lips and the way her body shifts against his touch. There's a smile that tugs at his lips at the sound of her softly spoken curse, followed by his name; something about that is particularly satisfying to hear and it just urges him further. He keeps up the circles against her clit for a bit longer, his fingers becoming soaked and making him think that if they weren't in public he'd bury his face between her legs and taste her like he's wanted to do since their previous date.
The image of that, in combination with how she feels and the sounds she's making has him shifting slightly in his seat as he feels himself getting hard at the thought of it. He shifts his hand so that he can slide two of his long fingers slowly inside of her, breaking apart from their kiss just enough to utter - ] Fuck you're amazing. [ He starts to move his fingers inside of her slowly, feeling how wet and warm she is and trying with all of his will power to still make it look like they're just making out, nothing going on beyond that. There's a thrill in that of course, touching her like this in public, but he doesn't actually want them to get caught so he's being careful. ]
[It's really hard for to even form a coherent thought. Roy's an amazing kisser, but his kisses on top of his fingers teasing her? She's turning into putty in his hands. She barely has any thought about propriety and trying not to get caught. They're already such a hot item in the karaoke bar because of his fame here, but it's the last thing on her mind. She feels how slippery she is each time he strokes her. She whimpers when two his fingers finally push inside of her. His fingers are long, and they're just enough thickness to make her squirm a little in the booth.
God, she wonders how thick his cock is. How full would she feel with him inside of her like this? Her breath is starting to come out in little ragged pants as they kiss. Her forehead rests against his, eyes closed, as she enjoys the way he plays with her.]
Feels so good, baby. God. I'm dripping all over your hand.
[ His fingers curve inward a bit, searching for where she's most sensitive as he strokes in and out; his thumb coming up to brush against her clit in the process. ] I want to make you come right here. [ He murmurs low in her ear, pressing a few kisses against her neck and then nipping at her earlobe a bit, hoping she doesn't mind the scrape of his stubble against the sensitive skin of her neck. ]
You're making me so hard with how fucking wet you are. I can't fucking wait to feel your legs wrapped around me when I fuck you.
[ The words are uttered shamelessly against her skin as he continues to kiss her neck, breath hot against her as his hand keeps working, fingers sliding in and out as deep as he can go. He's relentless in his desire to make her feel good, his focus solely on her, the rest of the club fading entirely into the background. ]
[It takes a little exploration, but his fingers curl and find that sensitive spot inside of her that draws out an almost too loud moan. Alexis is quick to bury her face against his neck to muffle it especially because he rips another keen out of her when he combines that with the attention to her swollen clit. His words are rough and gravelly in her ear. It's so erotic to listen to him say all those filthy things to her. She bites her lip and whimpers because she's getting closer. Roy builds her up so easily that it's almost overwhelming how incredible she feels.]
Need you to fuck me. Please. Wanna feel you buried so deep inside of me, baby.
[Her hand curls into his shirt front. Her whole body is beginning to tense up. Her hips are shifting a little to try and meet the thrust of his fingers. She feels how close she is. She's dancing right on that edge.] Pleasepleaseplease. Right there-- oh god, don't stop.
[ He makes a strangled sound from his throat at her vocalizing of her need for him, it drives him crazy and he wonders how they'll even make it through the front door at this rate, much less get to his bed. But right now his focus is unwavering, he wants desperately to make her come so he keeps up the pace, fingers moving quicker now, not changing anything up after she tells him not to stop. ]
Come for me. [ His voice is rough as well as encouraging as he moves his mouth to hover over hers, capturing her lips every so often, tasting her tongue, tugging at her lower lip a bit with his teeth. His breathing is coming in a bit ragged with how turned on he is, but he keeps going, wanting to bring her to that edge and hold tightly to her when she tips over. ]
[She's always thought his voice is sexy, but now it's like pure sex in her ear. His fingers don't let up. Roy Kent is no tease. When there is a job at hand, he'll see it through. All it takes is a few more strokes before she shuddering and whimpering against him. Her moans are drowned by his kisses. Liquid pleasure is coursing through her veins, making her entire body tingle. Her heart is racing so fast that it's roaring loudly in her ears. Alexis has a pink flush to the apples of her cheeks. There's an undeniable glow to her how thanks to him.
[ He doesn't let up, even once she's shuddering against him and around his fingers. He holds her close and thankfully the music and the environment is loud enough that any sounds she makes wouldn't reach anyone else's ears but his own. He watches her as he drinks it all in - every whimper, every reaction from her; he's greedy for all of it. It's only once she's come down from the high and is slumped against him that he takes his hand from her, noticing the flush that spreads across her cheeks and the glow on her face. ]
You're fucking beautiful. [ He's caught up in the moment, and it just slips out because it's the truth - she is; and he wants her with an ache that's almost painful.
He's only distantly aware of the song now blacking in the background. Single Ladies. It draws a chuckle from him, his voice is still rough sounding when he teases - ] Nice fucking anthem.
[ He pulls her close and now it just looks like they're a normal couple cuddling, never mind the post orgasmic glow on Alexis and the way that Roy looks at her like he wants to devour her. ]
[She's buzzing on the aftershocks. There's a look of relaxed satisfaction on her face. She cuddles against Roy, letting him hold her close. She smiles up at him at his compliment. She feels so utterly wrecked just from his fingers alone. There's a growing anticipation of what it will be like when they can do more than that.
She brushes her lips against his. Her fingertips brush up and down the inside of his thigh then slowly trail north towards the sizeable bulge there. Shamelessly, she cups him through his trousers.]
You're incredible. And if it wasn't so obvious, I would happily show you just how incredible.
[ His eyes shut for a moment with a low, rough sound from his throat when she cups him. Just that small bit of contact has him looking at her like he's about to just throw her over his shoulder and head out of the bar. That would be a fitting exit for their previous stage performance. Instead he kisses her lips and tastes her mouth, making another frustrated sound. ]
Alright this is fucking torture.
[ He probably should have thought of that before he'd let his hand wander beneath her dress, but it was too late for that now. ]
Give me a minute and then let's get the fuck out of here.
[ Even with his lust addled senses, he takes a moment to check in on if that's also something she wants to do, and is ready for. ] I'd really like to take you back to my place, have you spend the night.
[She can't help it. She giggles despite his obvious frustration. Roy's helped her take the edge off. She's able to think clearer for a bit, but he's still in the thick of that lusty haze. She can feel how affected he is. She brushes her nose against his and grins against him.]
I'm really looking forward to you taking me home.
[They'd only managed a few drinks and one song, but it's a song to remember. It's fun, but she thinks it'll be let fun to see what Roy likes and what noises she could elicit out of him.]
[ The sound of her giggling at his struggle has him shaking his head as he blows out a breath, like it will somehow help the state of things below his waist. He's very pleased to have made her feel good, but he didn't think ahead of how making her feel good would only make him that much more turned on.
But then she's brushing her nose against his and the sweet gesture has him smiling, followed by a chuckle at her question. ]
I'm pretty sure I don't snore.
[ He figures he'd have heard about it by now. After they've both finished their drinks Roy's managed to keep his lust in check for the time being, which is good because they have to get up and walk past a crowd of people near the stage. He takes her hand as they pass by the bar, a few people call out their names in parting, sort of like a drunken send off; and eventually they're back on the street and met with the cool night air as he leads them in the opposite direction they came, heading for his place.
Hell of a fucking third date.
[ As incredibly fun as the karaoke was, he can hardly wait to be with her in the privacy of his place. He presses a kiss against her cheek, then slips his arm around her as they walk down the mostly empty street. ]
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But I don't care, it was fucking fun. Pretty sure I saw some people recording but I figured it'd ruin the flow if I hopped off the stage and made good on my fucking threat.
[ That and he doesn't really care if they were recorded, he might want to re-watch it himself at some point because it's been a hell of a third date so far. He realizes he still has her hand in his and gives it a squeeze, they're sitting close together in the booth, the neon lights casting colorful shadows everywhere. It's not exactly a traditionally romantic environment but he can't help but feel that way around her. ] This was a good fucking idea. Been around a lot of crowds, who knew karaoke bars had the best ones.
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You were wonderful! [She's insistent on that. She leans in and kisses his cheek dotingly.]
So would you want to do it again? [She waggles her brows at him.] The crowd loved you! And that chant? I didn't realize how big of a deal you are!
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I think the crowd loved you more than me, but that's well earned, I didn't have a fucking original dance number to offer them.
[ He shrugs at her comment of him being a big deal. ] Around here I am, but it's mostly because this community is fucking feral about AFC Richmond. Which is great when we're winning, but they're not shy about letting us know when they think we're fucking it all up. [ Said with a chuckle, he takes it mostly in stride. It's a career that requires a certain level of tolerance for criticism, which he's pretty good with. ]
I wouldn't be surprised if people shout 'a little bit Alexis' at you after tonight.
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They loved us equally. [And if they don't, she'll make up the love herself for him.] At least you know their love for you is earned, and they're not scared to let you know if you're fucking up. It's kinda like family, right?
[Her eyes light up at the thought of people singing her song to her. That sounds so cool to her. It's a level of awesome she's never quite reached in life.] You think so?
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[ When she mentions the community being like a family his face softens a bit, realizing she's referencing one of their earlier conversations. It makes him feel warm to know that she really listens, not that he didn't expect her to; but it's not as common as it should be to find someone that does. He presses a spontaneous kiss to her cheek in response. ] It's a bit like family, yeah.
[ Watching her face light up is incredibly endearing, and he nods and responds with assurance - ] Fuck yes. One, it's fucking catchy as hell, and two, they've recorded it so it's likely to turn up on everyone's social media. Just don't leave me in the dust when you sky rocket to fame.
[ As they sit and enjoy their drinks, the sounds of the bar fades into a dull hum and he finds himself drawn to her the way he felt during their picnic date. It's like her proximity just tugs at something in him and he can't help but want to touch her, so while his arm is around her waist his free hand rests on her thigh, his palm against the bare skin between the hem of her dress and her over the knee boots. ]
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The soft kiss to her cheek makes her nuzzles against him. She likes the way his scruff feels on her skin. She's been proud of how well she's behaving even as the vodka is making its way through her system.]
Oh, please. I've never let anything go to my head. [What a boldfaced lie, Alexis. Somewhere, David Rose feels the urge to roll his eyes for no reason.] Do they still say that chant for you at games? Even though you're a coach now?
[She likes watching people on stage as they skin. There's a freedom to the way they unabashedly belt or croon whatever song they've chosen. She likes that sense of free spirit. She stills when she feels his warm hand against his skin. Her lips part slightly. She was always hyper aware of the way he touches her. She's distracted. All she can focus on is how much she wants his hand to slip beneath her dress.]
How are you always so warm?
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Only sometimes. They did it when I coached my first match along with Ted and the rest, felt pretty fucking encouraging. Usually I only hear it in settings like this where everyone's knocked back a few already.
[ As if on cue, one of the customers at the bar notices him and smiles a little drunkenly over at Roy and raises his glass. Roy raises it back with an expression that manages to convey that he's not in the mood to have a random person wander over when he's enjoying his time with Alexis in the relative privacy of their booth. Roy's scowl works, because the guy sits back down and stays put.
Which is good because right now all he wants to do is set his focus back on her and how soft her skin is beneath his hand, and the soft press of her body against the side of his. ]
How do you always smell so fucking good?
[ He answers her question with a question, dipping toward her neck and brushing his nose along the shell of her ear. His lips find her jaw and he presses slow lingering kisses there, then down to her neck. The booth they're in is set further back in club and given that it's not exactly well lit, he feels like he can get away with being more openly explorative with her than when they were in broad daylight at the park. So he tests the waters a bit, gauging her responses on if he should slow it down or keep going.
With the table providing a cover, he slides his hand further beneath the hem of her dress, fingers spreading out along the top of her thigh as he continues to kiss her neck. Where as he wants the date to end up with her in his bed later so he can explore her entirely, he can't seem to resist the temptation of her at the moment and he's doing a bad job at behaving. ]
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[She almost bursts into it right there when the drunk guy raises his drink to Roy. She laughs at how Roy responds. All it takes is one look, a fearsome scowl, and the man knows exactly not to go any further. It's kind of sexy. She's distracted from any other playful quips because he's nuzzling and kissing along her jaw. She gasps softly when he kisses her neck. She's always been so sensitive there.
The gasp turns into a low whimpering moan. His warm hand brushes along the inside of her thigh, making her part her legs even wider for him. She's trying to appear unaffected. Her gaze is set towards the stage, but she doesn't really see it. Her voice is a breathy sigh when she speaks.]
Roy.
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[ Her name is murmured low against her skin as he continues to kiss her neck, her soft whimpering sounds urge him on and when she parts her legs his hand caresses the inside of her thigh, fingertips brushing against the edge of her underwear and then stopping, as if realizing suddenly where they are. He stills his touch but doesn't yet take his hand away, though he lifts his head from her neck and meets her eyes; lust and need clearly reflected in his dark gaze. ]
You're so incredibly fucking sexy. If you want me to keep going I will; if you want me to stop, I will. if you want to get out of here, we can. Say the word.
[ His eyes travel across her face, hovering at her lips as he waits for her response, feeling his pulse race and his heart start to pound in his chest. ]
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As he looks her at, there's only one thing she has to clear up first.]
Are you sure?
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Yeah, I'm fucking sure. I want you.
[ His voice is a low rumble, but the conviction and truth behind his words is unmistakable. He's sure, and it's important to him that she's sure as well, so he'll keep his hunger for her held in check until he knows. ]
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[She flashes him a wry grin though she bites her bottom lip with just the slightest hint of bashfulness. It's really all his fault. All her inhibitions get thrown out the window when Roy looks at her like that. And just because she can be a tease, she grabs his wrist and lifts his hand to her lips so she can press a soft kiss to each of his finger pads. At his index finger, her lips linger to let her tongue swipe against it slowly.]
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His fingertips slide along her inner thigh until he reaches the edge of her underwear, taking a moment to tease her by brushing her lightly over the lace. There's another low, hungry sound from his throat when he feels how wet she is through the fabric, then he's pushing it aside so he can glide his fingertips across her clit, making small circles as he holds her close with his other arm. Thanks to the table, they look like any other couple making out, and he's careful to make sure his movements are measured enough so that it stays that way, but it's a challenge. ]
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She gasps against his lips. The lace is starting to get soaked. The light touch make her hips squirm a little. She's imagining what it will feel like to have his mouth on her or to have his scruff rubbing the softness of her thighs raw. The first touch to her clit is electric. It elicits a loud moan out of her that he swallows with another kiss. Her tongue brushes against his where she can taste the alcohol on his tongue. She takes a page out of his book with her soft curse.]
Fuck. Roy.
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The image of that, in combination with how she feels and the sounds she's making has him shifting slightly in his seat as he feels himself getting hard at the thought of it. He shifts his hand so that he can slide two of his long fingers slowly inside of her, breaking apart from their kiss just enough to utter - ] Fuck you're amazing. [ He starts to move his fingers inside of her slowly, feeling how wet and warm she is and trying with all of his will power to still make it look like they're just making out, nothing going on beyond that. There's a thrill in that of course, touching her like this in public, but he doesn't actually want them to get caught so he's being careful. ]
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God, she wonders how thick his cock is. How full would she feel with him inside of her like this? Her breath is starting to come out in little ragged pants as they kiss. Her forehead rests against his, eyes closed, as she enjoys the way he plays with her.]
Feels so good, baby. God. I'm dripping all over your hand.
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You're making me so hard with how fucking wet you are. I can't fucking wait to feel your legs wrapped around me when I fuck you.
[ The words are uttered shamelessly against her skin as he continues to kiss her neck, breath hot against her as his hand keeps working, fingers sliding in and out as deep as he can go. He's relentless in his desire to make her feel good, his focus solely on her, the rest of the club fading entirely into the background. ]
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Need you to fuck me. Please. Wanna feel you buried so deep inside of me, baby.
[Her hand curls into his shirt front. Her whole body is beginning to tense up. Her hips are shifting a little to try and meet the thrust of his fingers. She feels how close she is. She's dancing right on that edge.] Pleasepleaseplease. Right there-- oh god, don't stop.
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Come for me. [ His voice is rough as well as encouraging as he moves his mouth to hover over hers, capturing her lips every so often, tasting her tongue, tugging at her lower lip a bit with his teeth. His breathing is coming in a bit ragged with how turned on he is, but he keeps going, wanting to bring her to that edge and hold tightly to her when she tips over. ]
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She slumps against him to catch her breath. No one is looking at them. All eyes are towards the stage as someone gives a riveting performance of Beyoncé's Single Ladies. She'll never hear the song again without thinking of this moment.]
Oh my god.
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You're fucking beautiful. [ He's caught up in the moment, and it just slips out because it's the truth - she is; and he wants her with an ache that's almost painful.
He's only distantly aware of the song now blacking in the background. Single Ladies. It draws a chuckle from him, his voice is still rough sounding when he teases - ] Nice fucking anthem.
[ He pulls her close and now it just looks like they're a normal couple cuddling, never mind the post orgasmic glow on Alexis and the way that Roy looks at her like he wants to devour her. ]
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She brushes her lips against his. Her fingertips brush up and down the inside of his thigh then slowly trail north towards the sizeable bulge there. Shamelessly, she cups him through his trousers.]
You're incredible. And if it wasn't so obvious, I would happily show you just how incredible.
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Alright this is fucking torture.
[ He probably should have thought of that before he'd let his hand wander beneath her dress, but it was too late for that now. ]
Give me a minute and then let's get the fuck out of here.
[ Even with his lust addled senses, he takes a moment to check in on if that's also something she wants to do, and is ready for. ] I'd really like to take you back to my place, have you spend the night.
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I'm really looking forward to you taking me home.
[They'd only managed a few drinks and one song, but it's a song to remember. It's fun, but she thinks it'll be let fun to see what Roy likes and what noises she could elicit out of him.]
Is this a good time to ask if you snore?
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But then she's brushing her nose against his and the sweet gesture has him smiling, followed by a chuckle at her question. ]
I'm pretty sure I don't snore.
[ He figures he'd have heard about it by now. After they've both finished their drinks Roy's managed to keep his lust in check for the time being, which is good because they have to get up and walk past a crowd of people near the stage. He takes her hand as they pass by the bar, a few people call out their names in parting, sort of like a drunken send off; and eventually they're back on the street and met with the cool night air as he leads them in the opposite direction they came, heading for his place.
Hell of a fucking third date.
[ As incredibly fun as the karaoke was, he can hardly wait to be with her in the privacy of his place. He presses a kiss against her cheek, then slips his arm around her as they walk down the mostly empty street. ]
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